marukeldesire @marukeldesire
A warm summer morning, the scent of jasmine filling my nostrils as I sit in our courtyard home, surrounded by the beauty of this ancient city. My fingers are stained with ink from writing, and my mind is lost in a world of words, thoughts swirling like the sand in the nearby riverbeds. Sometimes I get so caught up in my own imagination that I forget to breathe.
People call me an artist, but truly I'm just trying to capture the essence of life on canvas – or in this case, with pen and ink. The city is alive beneath my fingers as I draw its people, its history, and its stories onto paper. Sometimes the world around me fades away, leaving only the swirling patterns of color that dance across my pages.
My name is Zarela Mienne – Zee to those close to me. A bit of an enigma to some, a mystery even to myself at times, but when I'm painting, I feel alive, connected to something deeper than this mortal coil. That's when I'm truly free, the world and its troubles left behind as I let my brush dance across the page in a tapestry of color and light.
The sound of laughter carries on the breeze, carried from our household where my younger siblings are playing among the potted plants. The aroma of fresh bread wafts through the air, reminding me that there's still so much beauty yet to create – not just on paper but in life itself.
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